// Entry #5
Inside Egyptian passport approval center in the Rafah border crossing
Old woman: Panicking. “I’m still waiting for my passport. They haven’t called our names yet. What do I do? What’s next?”
Mama: “Sister, they’ll call your name in a matter of moments, I’m sure. Once they [the Egyptians] stamp your passport, you follow that hallway and you’ll be in Palestine in no time.”
Old woman: Crying. “Thank you habibti. It’s just me and my unmarried son here. I was evicted in 1967 and I’ve had enough. I need to return. If I’m not allowed back into Palestine, I’ll die right here, right now.”
Mama: “You’ll get in. We’ll go together.”
Old woman: “I want to go back. I’ve waited this long. We’ve got nobody else. I want to die there, in the land that I’m from.”
Unfortunately, this conversation accurately portrays the experiences of millions of Palestinians today. The woman and her son finally made it into Gaza. She plans to live there with her son for the remainder of her life.